Tag: noir
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Twisted Sister – Greatest Hits
We’re going through some changes — excuse the mess and check out our Greatest Hits while good things happen. And yeah, we’re still open for submissions, so send ’em our way. For regular readers, sorry folks (insert standard Canadian apology here) we’re stuck in a literary holding pattern on Twisted Sister. Something about too much…
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FICTION — Kat and Hero
“What do you mean they’re on to me,” Kat waved her cigarette in the air. “How the fuck would you know.” “Shh,” I leaned forward and stared into my beer. Trying to keep a low profile wasn’t working. She kept going. “Derik, you gotta be kidding – this is total bullshit.” I kept my voice…
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FICTION – Silence
Missy sat handcuffed to each of the cold wooden arms of the chair, and a wide strand of duct tape placed over her mouth. Just to make a point she twisted and turned her wrists to cause as much ruckus and noise as possible. “Silence!” her so called hero spoke through his gritted teeth. “If…
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POST U.S. PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION FICTION — The Man Who Knew
Frank looked up and nodded as I walked into the diner. From behind the breakfast bar the waitress smiled at me and picked up a stack of dishes, swiping at a table with a greasy rag. The breakfast rush was nearly over, the place slowly emptied as cabbies and cops dropped a couple quarters…
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FLASH FICTION — Whore D’Oeuvres
“There she is, Ginger, standing under the “No Parking” sign,” homicide detective Sheena Washington said from the back seat of the yellow cab. “Bitch is gonna rabbit sure as shit, Sheena,” staff sergeant Virg — Virginia — Stoddard, whipped the undercover vehicle to the curb. Juanita Clarisse Rucker, 19, seven years a whore, had a RAP sheet longer…
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POEM — The Championship at Stake
Sulky, a chess master from the Texas Gulf, bustled with talent. He celebrated May Day by sailing and listening to Hoodoo and Dada rock, loved to study sharks, and expressed contempt for clarinet players with weak lungs and double chins. I believe he read too many true crime books: he asked me to co-conspire against…
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FLASH FICTION — Spare Change
“Spare change?” I held out my cup and smiled at the guy, hoping buddy’d think I looked like his daughter or something. Skinny-assed businessman ignored me. Walking past, cell phone pressed to his ear, gold watch peeked out from beneath his suit cuff. Bingo. I nodded at Em; she was sitting on the sidewalk about…
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FICTION — Joachim and the Vortex
It was peak time between three and four. The carnival crowd milled about as Cara ushered in the next group of people for the ‘Vortex’ —a ferris wheel tipped on its side and capable of a sickening speed of seventy kilometres per hour. Those who were vacating the ride staggered past her, some with patches…
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FLASH FICTION — The Peace of Completion and Release
She never spoke, never made a sound, but the look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen. I leaned forward. One step. Two. I breathed the words I knew she needed to hear. I didn’t mean a word of them. Her pink, sweet lips parted in a beckoning smile, and I…
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